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Gets me giddy, y’know—fingers itching, heart thumping like a drum solo. But—argh!—tuning’s a nightmare, slippery as a greased eel. Pegs wobble, drives me up the wall—nearly chucked it out the window once, but then it sang, sweet as a lark, *alauda arvensis*. Surprised me, that—thought it’d croak like a dying swan, but nah, pure magic.

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Then, I hit up a pub. You know, the one with the best fish and chips? I order a pint and dig in. The chips are crispy, the fish is golden. I’m in heaven! But then, this guy at the bar starts chatting me up. He’s all, “You from around here?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” And he goes, “You should move here!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I can barely keep my plants alive.”

Death Notice of Maureen Nulty (Howth, Dublin)